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“True Disciple Token!” Suddenly, someone shouted this phrase from the crowd.
At that moment, everyone noticed that on the palm-sized, entirely purple-golden token, the words “True Inheritor” were prominently engraved.
This was indeed the True Disciple Token, but what was Fang Chen doing bringing it out now?
He was currently engaged in a “fair fight” with Lu Feng, a so-called fair fight that he had proposed himself. Was he now having second thoughts?
The crowd was puzzled, but sensing the inexplicable and unsettling aura emanating from the True Disciple Token, it seemed that he might not be.
Looking at the True Disciple Token in front of Fang Chen, which shimmered with a noble purple-golden light and exuded a transcendent aura, Lu Feng's pupils slightly constricted, instinctively feeling something was off. However, he couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong.
“Why are you bringing out the True Disciple Token now? Are you afraid? Regretting it?” Unable to identify what felt wrong, Lu Feng coldly spoke to reassure himself. As he said this, his inner unease gradually faded away, while the sinister smile on his face grew even more pronounced. His fist, wrapped in Frenzy Vital Energy, continued to advance towards Fang Chen without any intention of stopping.
This was a perfect opportunity to severely injure Fang Chen. Even though he had brought out the True Disciple Token, because he had previously stated it would be a fair fight—and everyone around had heard it—Lu Feng could still claim that even if he accidentally injured Fang Chen, it wouldn't be considered a violation of sect rules or an act of disrespect.
“Afraid?” Fang Chen raised an eyebrow as he looked at the approaching fist and heard the booming sound waves in the air, along with the sinister expression on Lu Feng's face. He suddenly laughed.
The moment that smile appeared, the already transcendent aura of the True Disciple Token suddenly shone brightly with purple-golden light. Within that dazzling glow, an illusory figure unexpectedly materialized.
Although it was merely an illusory figure, at the instant it appeared, the violent wind generated by Lu Feng's punch was instantly reversed. Simultaneously, the previously faint yet overwhelming aura that had captivated everyone surged dramatically. Additionally, an unfathomable powerful presence swept forth from this illusory figure.
Wow… The onlookers suddenly found themselves kneeling before this illusory figure, their faces filled with awe.
“What is this…” One person raised their head while kneeling, staring intently at the indistinct illusory figure formed from the purple-golden light of the True Disciple Token. Suddenly recalling something, their expression changed dramatically as their awe deepened.
“The aura of the Ancestor.”
Within the Ziyang Sect, at this moment, aside from those in seclusion, everyone suddenly felt a tremor in their hearts, their gazes fixated on Desolate Peak. Many seemed to recall something, chuckling lightly and shaking their heads.
"What is going on?" Lu Feng roared, his body trembling violently. However, unlike the others who had knelt down, he was still struggling fiercely.
How could there be such a thing in the True Disciple Token? He found it hard to believe. Moreover, at this moment, his fist was not far from Fang Chen; if given just a moment more, he could strike Fang Chen heavily. But now...
What was this illusory figure? Why did he feel an uncontrollable urge to kneel?
"Damn it, damn it!" Lu Feng's eyes were about to burst with rage, unable to accept this reality.
He knew very well that if he knelt down, then this so-called "fair battle" would turn into a one-sided affair. Just thinking about that scene made Lu Feng shudder with a chilling feeling.
However, at that moment, under the overwhelming pressure of the nearly irresistible aura surrounding him, his weary spirit finally reached its limit and could no longer hold on. His legs buckled as he knelt towards the illusory figure, which was also the direction of Fang Chen.
With Lu Feng's kneeling, the illusory figure radiating a purple-golden glow slowly began to dissipate. The overwhelming aura that was impossible to resist also vanished from the world. The crowd felt as if they had shed a heavy shackle from their bodies, and their tense and fearful hearts finally relaxed slightly.
But just then...
Bang!
The dull sound of fist meeting flesh suddenly echoed through the air.
At the same time, as everyone hurriedly looked up, they saw Lu Feng's body—just about to stand—being sent flying by a single punch from Fang Chen.
Thud!
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground echoed, and Lu Feng's body fell to the ground like a broken sack, kicking up a cloud of dust due to the force of the impact.
Watching this scene, everyone felt a twitch at the corners of their eyes, and their gazes toward Lu Feng were filled with sympathy. At this point, it was clear to everyone that Fang Chen's so-called fair fight was nothing but a trap, and Lu Feng had clearly been kicked into this long-planned pit by Fang Chen, suffering a severe blow.
"You!"
Trembling, Lu Feng struggled to rise from the ground and pointed at Fang Chen in the distance. A trace of resentment flashed across his pale face as he opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something. However, just as he opened his mouth, an unusual flush suddenly appeared on his originally pale face, and then... he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"I forgot to tell you, within my True Disciple Token, there is also a trace of Ancestor's will. As long as any disciple below True Inheritor in the Sect dares to offend or attack, this will will automatically activate. I'm truly sorry," Fang Chen said with a light laugh as he walked toward Lu Feng, who was sitting on the ground. "It seems you can no longer keep anyone from Qingchen Sect on Desolate Peak now."
Under the pressure of the illusory figure formed by Ziyang Ancestor's will, Lu Feng had no ability to resist and was struck by Fang Chen's punch. Moreover, if Fang Chen had wanted to, Lu Feng would have already met his end. Even so, under Fang Chen's control, Lu Feng was severely injured and would likely spend the next two or three months in bed.
"You... bastard..." Hearing this, Lu Feng became even angrier. As a Primordial Embryo Realm cultivator, being knocked down by an Alchemy Realm Fang Chen was an immense humiliation for him. Overwhelmed by shame and anger, Lu Feng trembled but couldn't finish his curse before he suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood and collapsed.
An Inner Sect Disciple had fainted from anger... Seeing this scene, those watching around couldn't help but twitch again at the corners of their eyes. Their gazes toward Fang Chen were now filled with awe and trepidation.
Too sinister!
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